Now we’re talking. I spent considerable energy painting just now (and now I must rest, my shoulder, my self). I had fun mixing colors, but they are too complex to record here. Next, I will sketch the lower patches, then begin painting them in, with some necessary variations in the color, because it will be virtually impossible to match my previous mixes. Remember, I did that on purpose, to deliberately veer from a more perfect painting. I’m trying to be less of a perfectionist is why. I think perfectionism is eveel. Pure representation is awesome and I admire folks who do that. But then I am a photographer and I could have taken, and in this case, did, take a photograph. So why then, recreate it perfectly in a painting. Which, for me is impossible anyway, because I am not a representational painter. I am a figurist, or something, someone once told me. Whatever. Hee.
So the cystoscopy was this morning. It showed bleeding on the outside of me. Well, we will take that. We were so very worried it was something internal. Still, they sent off the sample for a FISH test. No worries.
Otherwise, I sunned at the pool briefly which was very nice, but I can only do so briefly. No swimming yet, but I look forward to feeling up to it soon.
Yesterday was the CT scan of my sinuses and the ultrasound of my shoulders. Should have results on those soon. Just waiting. Kind of caring less now, whereas on Sunday I was all impatient.
Counseling was great yesterday. We began to prepare for my reading from Rebekah’s Closet at Breathe Books on August 5th, by picking sections, thinking about time management, feelings, stuff. My counselor rocks. I’m most grateful.
Now, to rest me. Thanks for listening. 🙂